Yaron Ten-Brink

In the 90s, Norman Cook, aka Fatboy Slim, was the unstoppable king of electronic music. Now sober, but addicted to gourmet food, he arrives in Tel Aviv to bring down the house just in time for Purim. It usually happens in front of an audience of tens of thousands of people  who have lost their mind. They jump, scream and smile, throwing their hands up in the air as if their lives depended on it. On the stage in front of them, a slim, barefoot 54-year-old man with the grin of a goblin, is jumping and screaming just like them. It’s Fatboy Slim, and every single time he takes the DJ stand it becomes the wildest party in the world. Looking at him behind the console, he seems like a man who just took 12 ecstasy pills and washed them down with a bottle of vodka, and then sniffed the entire dance floor. He’s probably the most sober person you’ll meet, now that he’s been off alcohol, and other nonsense, for 10 years, but his mind still operates in 90s mode, in every sense. The line of hits that Cook released at the end of the millennium turned him into one of the boldest icons of the electronic music revolution. Critics showered him with compliments and named him the first international superstar DJ. Christopher Walken danced like crazy in his unforgettable music video for “Weapon of Choice,” singles flew to the top of the billboard charts, one after the other. For a brief moment, Fatboy Slim was the hottest thing on our planet, and then he got fed up. “I don’t think I’ll ever record